Gliding uncomfortably through the murky water
I struggle to make it back to the shallows of the waterhole
My foot throbs in pain
It still stings from the tearing of skin
It still hurts from when I ripped the empty Bunderberg bottle off

I stain the water with my blood
Thinking of how clueless I had been
Coming here, in the tall grass part of the water
Where anything could be hiding
Whether man made or alive

I let my feet struggle to find the muddy floor
As my my big toe gets caught in a Mountain Dew lid
I feel it turn purple as the circulation gets cut off
I squint back a tear, but push through 

My arm shoots out to grab the broken branch that is my exit
And I push off the foot that is gushing with blood
To prevent ripping off the toe that’s caught on my other foot

Flies irritatingly buzz around me
As the pungent smell of dog waste enters my blocked nose
I hear distant yelling and laughing and try to call for help

I pull myself onto the muddy bank and spot a faded hello magazine
    just sitting there, covered in a delicious mixture of poo and water
I lift my foot, the one that got slit by a ginger beer bottle
The sheer sight of the battered skin made me gag
And the dark, thick blood entered into a part of my brain that it
    would never leave

I look up at the dark sky
The sun blinds me inconsiderately
And the scarce amount of trees blew gently in the humid wind
Wondering when their brothers and sisters will return
Or whether they are doomed to sway solemnly for the rest of time